Ever since Feng Quli came back from the Prime Minister's Mansion, he had become completely lost.
A person who was sentenced to death in court, a person who has no hope of promotion in this life. A person who can no longer achieve fame and wealth...
Feng Quili felt like he had become a walking zombie.
Now his house is gone, and so are his fields.
The real thing is to be penniless and have the wind on your sleeves.
Standing on the street, looking around blankly, Feng Quli suddenly realized that as an important minister in the court, he had no place to stand.
He thought for a while and decided to stay at a colleague's house for one night.
But halfway through, I really couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
I just woke up and wrote the poem "Innocence" and boasted about my innocence. Then I suddenly realized that I was not innocent.
The slap in the face was so hard that it made a snapping sound.
No matter how thick-skinned Feng Quili is, he can't stand it anymore.
So he went to the hotel instead.
There are two types of hotels now, one is called Banxian Hotel and the other is called Chunyu Hotel.
The boss behind Chunyu Hotel is Chunyu Yue, who focuses on affordability, safety, cleanliness and tidiness.
The owner of Banxian Hotel is Huai Guzi, who focuses on luxury, high-end, comfort and style.
It can be simply said that poor people generally choose Chunyu Hotel because the price is cheap and they can save a lot of money.
The rich will choose the Banished Immortal Hotel to live in a better place and have more dignity.
Feng Queli naturally entered the Banished Immortal Hotel.
Do you want him to squeeze in with those mud-legged people?
But when checking in, Feng Quili encountered a problem.
Banxian Hotel has a rule: pay first and then check in.
But Feng Quli is now penniless.
Feng Quili said: "Can I check in first and then pay?"
The person at the hotel said regretfully: "No."
Feng Quili said: "I am an important minister in the court, but I just don't have any money for a while. As long as the salary is paid, the house payment can be paid back immediately."
When the people in the hotel saw Feng Quli's majestic appearance, he looked like a real person, and they immediately became respectful and asked, "Excuse me, sir, who's name is it?"
Feng Quili said proudly: "I am the imperial censor."
After he finished speaking, he blushed again because he remembered his innocence.
As soon as the "Qingbai Fu" came out, everyone in Xianyang City did not know the name of the imperial censor. And it's a slap in the face.
I hope the people at the hotel don't know.
While Feng Quili was thinking wildly, someone at the hotel had already opened a thick book.
There are many names and photos in the book, all of which are information about dignitaries in Xianyang City.
The people at the hotel took a cursory look and found that Feng Quili and the information were completely correct, so they should be genuine. So he became more respectful: "It turns out to be the imperial censor, disrespectful, disrespectful."
Feng Quili nodded with satisfaction and asked, "Can I move in now?"
The person at the hotel looked regretful and said, "No."
Feng Quli: "..."
He asked with some annoyance: "Why doesn't it still work?"
The man at the hotel sighed and said: "Master Haojiao, I know. As a high-ranking official, you can get credit. But... your reputation is negative in the entire banished immortal system. According to regulations, this is ten thousand It’s absolutely impossible to pay on credit.”
Feng Quili almost died of anger: "I have lost my credibility?"
If a person has no faith, he will not stand. At this time, people regard their credibility as more important than their lives. Now I heard people say that their credibility is actually negative. No wonder Feng Quli is so angry.
The people in the hotel looked at Feng Quili with regretful expressions, and said quietly: "Sir, don't be angry, in fact... this is normal. You owed Shangjun Courtyard so much money before. If it hadn't been for His Majesty's order, you wouldn't have defaulted on the debt. Yet?"
"You still want to borrow money now? Shangjun Courtyard will naturally have to think about it."
Feng Quli gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and walked away.
If you can't go to Banxian Hotel, you can only go to Chunyu Hotel.
"It's okay if you don't go to Huaiguzi. I and Huaiguzi are inseparable." Feng Quili thought secretly in his heart.
He went to Chunyu Hotel.
Still without a penny, Chunyu Hotel let him stay.
After all, the golden signboard of Doctor Censor is quite valuable here at Chunyu Hotel.
Feng Quli lived in a single room.
Although this is a single room, it is actually separated by wooden boards. It is very small and not soundproof.
Feng Quili lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at all.
He had something on his mind, so he couldn't sleep.
And the bed was so uncomfortable.
Feng Quili always felt panicked.
Later, he simply got out of bed, lifted the quilt and took a look, and found that the bed was flat. The reason why I felt so uncomfortable was because the mattress was too thin.
"Forget it, forget it. I am no longer the same Feng Quli. The rich clothes and food are far away from me." Feng Quli muttered silently in his heart.
Drowsily, he wanted to sleep.
Who would have thought that a sultry voice suddenly came from next door, clearly reading his poem "Innocence".
Feng Quli woke up immediately.
He put his ear to the wall and saw that it was a man teaching a child how to read.
This man didn't seem to understand what Qingbai Fu meant. He just picked up a newspaper and taught him one by one.
Just listen to the child say: "What does innocence mean?"
The man said: "Innocence means being diligent, honest, not lying, not doing bad things, and having the courage to take responsibility."
The child exclaimed: "Is it like banishing an immortal?"
The man hummed: "Yes, just like banishing an immortal."
Feng Quli almost vomited: What the hell? Huai Guzi is diligent and honest? Do these ignorant people have any misunderstandings about Huaiguzi?
Feng Quli shook his head.
Then he lay back down again.
At this time, the sound from next door continued.
The man said: "From now on, you can't speak ill of the banished immortal. The food and clothing we have are all given by the banished immortal."
The child said: "It was also given by the emperor."
The man smiled: "Yes, it was also given by the emperor. Without this eternal wise king, the idea of banishing the immortal would not be realized."
The man said with emotion: "It's good now. Our land is gone, but we went out to do odd jobs and soon saved enough money. In the future, when we make money, we can go back and buy a few acres of land, and we no longer have to rent. Someone else’s land has been planted.”
"The cattle industry is cheaper now. With cattle, work is not so tiring. With my old arms and legs, I can plant a few acres of land. I will get you a few more sheep, and you can cut the grass and herd it." Grad the sheep, and our lives will get better before our eyes."
The child suddenly said: "I don't want to herd sheep."
The man said a little angrily: "What? You live in a poor family, and you still want to be lazy?"
The child said: "I don't want to be lazy. I want to stay in Xianyang. I want to study and be literate. I want to take the imperial examination."
The man exclaimed: "You still want to take the imperial examination? We have been digging for food for eight generations, and you still want to take the imperial examination?"
The child said: "Even if you don't pass the imperial examination, you can still learn technology. I want to be a craftsman. I don't want to go back to herding sheep, and I don't want my children to farm the land."
The man suddenly fell silent.
After a while, he whispered: "There must be people in this land."
The child said: "But I want to be a master."
The man said: "Perhaps those who farm will also become superior to others in the future. Seeing that the prices of crops in the fields are getting higher and higher, we farmers will also become rich."
The child said: "That's true."
The father and son had a discussion, and the more they discussed, the brighter the future became.
Feng Quli was amazed when he heard this.
Although he is a censor, his ideas still remain in the past.
We are still in the era of scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, and class solidification.
He suddenly discovered that Great Qin had undergone tremendous changes, and these poor people actually had so many choices.
People who have been poor for generations now have the opportunity to become officials.
Was all this really brought about by Huaiguzi?
But...if Huaiguzi didn't bring it, who did?
Feng Quili couldn't sleep even more.
He suddenly found that in this ever-changing world, he was a little at a loss and couldn't keep up with the times.
In these years, the emperor forced all officials to attend night classes at Shangjun Courtyard to learn the latest scientific and cultural knowledge.
All the officials were reluctant to go. They cursed when they went in and cursed when they came out because the night school was too boring.
The fees are very expensive and what you learn is useless.
What about the maintenance of steam engines, what about hotel operation, what about postpartum care of sows, how to fry crispy pancakes, how to grow delicious wheat.
What the hell, why do you want to learn this stuff? Does this have anything to do with governing the country?
But Feng Quili suddenly discovered that not all the things he had learned at Shangjun Academy were useless.
Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he simply put on his clothes and came out.
After coming out, Feng Quli found that there were already pedestrians on the street.
There happens to be a fried dough cake shop in front of the store.
Feng Quli discovered that this person's technique was exactly the same as what he had learned.
The man saw Feng Quli looking in a trance and smiled slightly: "One?"
Feng Quli touched his pocket, but there was no money.
The pancake fryer noticed Feng Quili's embarrassment and smiled at him: "Can you fry pancakes?"
Feng Quili said: "Yes... yes?"
The boss said: "Try?"
Feng Quili didn't know what he was thinking, so he just walked over and started frying pancakes.
The boss was full of praise: "This method, um, is very sophisticated."
He said to Feng Quili: "I need to urinate urgently. I need to go to the toilet and I'm afraid that the customer will run away. It's okay now. You can take over for me for a while. I'll take over for you later."
The boss left in a hurry.
Feng Quili continued frying fried dough cakes.
Customers kept coming to buy the sick ones, and Feng Quili made several deals according to the price specified by the boss.
When doing business, he began to think about oil issues, began to think about surface issues, began to think about tax issues, and began to think about the issue of making the country richer than the people.
Feng Quili suddenly discovered that this was a world he had never thought about.
At this moment, the people of the world are no longer simply numbers, but living people.
Could it be that... Shang Jun's courtyard taught us how to fry fried pancakes for some reason?
For a time, Feng Quli had a kind of respect for Li Shui.
At the same time, Li Shui was sitting in Shangjun's courtyard, racking his brains to think of new lessons.
The church has taught everything that needs to be paid, so do we need those courtiers to graduate? No, how can I make money after graduation?
Li Shui said to Xiang Lizhu, "You should give me an idea."
Xianglizhu rolled his eyes: "Teach them how to knit sweaters."
Li Shui clapped his hands: "This is good."
Xianglizhu: "...are you really teaching this? Isn't the meaning of making money too obvious?"
Li Shui coughed dryly: "Look at what you said, how can this be making money? Knitting sweaters is also a craft. Nowadays, equality between men and women is emphasized. Women can knit sweaters, why can't men?"
Xianglizhu: "...Then you men should have a child."
Li Shui: "..."
It seems that time travelers really affect the course of history. The warning about having children was two thousand years in advance.
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In the evening, night school started again.
After paying the money, the courtiers entered the Shangjun Courtyard.
Everyone walked and talked: "This lesson has become more and more outrageous recently."
"Yes, yes. Postpartum care for sows, isn't this nonsense? We are important ministers of the government, and we come here every day to learn how to raise pigs. What's the point?"
"Forget about studying, I still have to do homework. In order to do homework these days, I went to the countryside to observe and make the old farmers laugh."
"Oh, forget the joke. If you fail to write the homework, you have to make up for it. This is what the hell..."
"It's okay to make up classes, but you still have to pay the make-up fees. Isn't this nonsense?"
These dignitaries were all originally polite, but recently they started raising pigs and repairing steam engines. They followed those old masters and learned some spoken language.
He can maintain a gentle and elegant appearance at ordinary times, but when he is depressed, he will also utter curse words.
They walked to the small blackboard and looked at today's class content. When they saw the words "knitting sweaters", they almost vomited.
"What the hell, banishing an immortal to deceive others is too much."
"Bullshit, he is just a shameless alchemist who makes alchemy."
Feng Quili stood at the end of the crowd and said nothing.
Everyone knew he was embarrassed and ignored him.
But when Feng Quili looked at the word knitting sweater, he had a different idea in his heart.
Knitting a sweater, just knitting a sweater?
Do you want to know the yield of wool by knitting sweaters? Now wool can be considered a business. How many people live on wool?
If there is too much wool, the price will be low and the people will be poor.
There was less wool, the price was too high, and the people couldn't afford it.
Feng Quili suddenly understood: It turns out that every step of banishing the immortal has deep meaning. I get it, I get it all. Exiled Immortal doesn't want us to rely too much on him, so he uses this secret guidance method to let us understand everything.
At this moment, Feng Quili suddenly felt a little ashamed. He felt that he was a little narrow-minded and insignificant. Especially compared to the Exiled Immortal.
What happened in the past is really unbearable to look back on.
Alas, banishing immortals is looking at the whole world.
I really think that's the credit.
What a shame.
